Whew. . .Monday again already. My parents and my brother were here all weekend (and Thursday too, actually), so it’s been a very busy few days, including a trip down to San Antonio (with the worst traffic ever – it took us thirty minutes to go two miles). It was so fun to have them here, and I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks and weeks. Although there is something nice about going back to your own quiet house and having no responsibilities, it is lonely to come home and see the five chairs around the kitchen table where you only normally need two, or to see the pillows and sheets folded up and no longer needed. We had a great time with them, and I’ll post some pictures later when I have a minute.
I was doing really well for a while doing the Couch to 5K running program, and then I got lazy. I’m worried that I’ve lost most of the stamina I’ve built up and that I’m back to being someone who can’t run for more than 60 seconds without approaching death. We go to the gym consistently and we’re there the sam amount of time regardless of what I do, so I might as well do something that uses my time best. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me just to run, but alas it is. And yet, I am going to get over it. I’m going to download better things to listen to on my iPod that will be more interesting to me, whether that be books on tape, podcasts, or just fun playlists. So, I’m back on the wagon, starting tonight.
And we’re reading Harry Potter. I have taken all the newsfeeds off my Google homepage, I haven’t gotten on Facebook, and I’m studiously avoiding any blogs that might leak the secret. I do NOT want the ending ruined for me. I’m reading it outloud to Bart and we spend about six straight hours yesterday reading, which was fun. He’s really busy this week, so it’s a bit tempting to finish it on my own and let him read it when his life is a bit more calm, but frankly, I don’t want to read it alone. I like reading it outloud better because it lasts longer and I don’t just make a mad dash to the finish (I’m a speedy reader, so I would have been long done with it by now). And it’s nice to have someone to talk it over with, someone to comment to along the way. Anyway, if anyone tells me what happens or even lets a single word slip, I will DIE. Do not say a word about the book, even in jest. We will never be friends again.